To all the drivers on the roads,
With empty cars or filled-up loads,
I wish you’d stayed in your abodes
And left the highways free.
For moving at a turtle’s pace,
With miles of traffic still to face,
Which, lately, seems the normal case,
Is simply not for me.
So heed my words and stay at home
Since, if you feel the need to roam,
You’ll join a sea of steel and chrome,
An awful place to be.
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